I can't be at your beck and call
But your love so slow, heavy
It's like a southern drawl
It don't seem worth your time
If the two of us ain't one of a kind
I won't be another turn
To gather up and use what you learn
And of course, he's always on your mind
You should hold him dear
Leave his love behind
'Cause you can't call it moving on
If all I do is make you feel so wrong
I won't be another turn
To gather up and use what you learn
Of all the ways a man might love
Loving to laugh, to do, and to give
I know that it could take some time
Go be with him, but then be mine
